The screaming in my head
It's getting louder
What is happening to me
I just wish I could sleep
Just to be free
But I keep running
I've got to find you again
For that feeling you catalyze in me
Like wet flowers
Like hot blood
Breathe.

You smile and laugh,
Lightness incarnate.
I think about corrupting you.
I want to feel your skin sweat under my fingers, 
Watch your muscles clench.
I'd **** to bring a moan out of you,
Die to hear a grunt.
I want to taste your hostility,
Heated and ashamed.
I will rip your evil forth.
To see it spill through you,
Oh.
I bite my lip.
The levees are cracking,
I can see it in your eyes.

i see your eyes
bright sparkle-flecks,
an illumination
a light
that would
ignite
the wee-small hour
plight
when my body
ached
my every sleeping hour
was a quake
of scattered
dreams
and memory schemes,
mixed up
and lost
in the tangle of an ache
that for some
amazing reason
could
only be soothed
by
you.

Rick is such an unfortunate name
it's like ICK with a little extra ERR
Imagine a flight attendant
his name is Rrrick
he's offering you chicken or beef
take your ******* pick what's it gonna be
what's taking you so long
CHICKEN????????!!!!!!!
or *******
BEEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????

he walks away with his tight *** pants
hugging his nasty **** ****
you know he needs to plug it
and you know every time he rips a rotten one
he's squirtin out some ky jelly
into his briefs
yeah that's pretty disgusting
so disgusting in fact i may be driven
to induce vomiting

what you say: "**** I MISS YOU"
what you mean: "**** i wish i could date rick and ******* all at the same time"
what you say: "is it bad to have rick and still can't wait to get home and *******?"
what you mean: "his *** is as loose as a cannon, i regret choosing his *** over yours."
what you say: "I need someone more on my level."
what you mean: "hes willing to **** at any given second of the day.. you were too much of a **** hassle."
what you say: "Still trying to find where all the YOUNG, WHITE bois hide"
what you mean: "Hi I'm still old, fat, ugly, ***** and stickin it in a flight attendant who walks funnier than I do!"

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SAY WHAT YOU ******* MEAN
WHAT's IT GONNA BE
CHICKEN OR BEEF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT WHAT IF IM A VEGAN
well then you're stuck with the ******* chicken
.

In the sky tonight hangs a perfect Half-Moon,
when I looked up above, I thought about you,
in your paint-stained clothes and all your artwork, too,
memories of our friendship flourished and bloomed.

With your hands so hearty and your talents unbound,
I saw close up how you artistry astounds,
I remembered our fights, disagreements and tears,
but we always remained close friends over the years.

I sure miss our talks about art over wine,
snacking on crackers and cheese every time,
yet the thing I treasure most about you, my friend,
is the respect and love that will never end.
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See Nolan's toilet here:
http://www.addictedtowalls.com/contemporary-art-paintings/graffiti-tag-art/Duchamp-new-contemporary-art.html

See Nolan in his paint-stained clothes here:
http://www.addictedtowalls.com/contemporary-art-paintings/graffiti-tag-art/Graffiti-MSK-nolan-painting.html

See all the amazing artwork of Nolan Haan here:
http://www.addictedtowalls.com/
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The "Half-Moon Inn" is the historic building/art gallery I lived in that Nolan had restored with the help of his partner-at-arms, Mitchell.

Read my blog story for all the exciting details and breath-taking photos of The Half Moon Inn and it's lush, tropical gardens!
http://dee-light-full.blogspot.com/

No need to say a word,
it's morning in the country,
leave the chirping for the birds.

Lay your precious head,
against my caring arm,
be silent now instead,
let me keep you safe from harm.

Each day I get to hear you,
speaking merrily to me,
I treasure all you say and do,
that lends a tender mystery.

So, take your words and tuck them,
deep inside your caring heart,
your eyes say everything they can,
and that's a wonderful way to start.

without you is a lonely shore,
a stretch of sand, a closing door,
where wisps the winds from off the waves,
such mockery of my heart they make.

no matter what the time of day,
i think, i dream of you this way:
hand in hand, at last as one,
sharing laughter, love and fun.

i want you if
even for the
shortest moment
of time
even if knowing
our hellos
will also be
goodbye.

i want
you

to hold me.

the way we wish
it was
the way
it ought to be
but
fate has set us
on a course
of would haves
should have
been.

i may never
see you
or be
with you,
i
will always
love you.

never forget that.

nothing on earth
could brighten the dooryard
of my studio,
like your shining face....